We have been given God in our souls and Christ in our flesh. We have the power to believe where others deny, to hope where others despair, to love where others hurt.

The splendor of a human heart that trusts it is loved unconditionally gives God more pleasure than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel, Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony”, Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers”, the sight of 10,000 butterflies in flight, or the scent of a million orchids in bloom. Trust is our gift back to God, and he finds it so enchanting that Jesus died for love of it.

In human beings, love is a quality, a high-prized virtue; in God, love is His identity.

I could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a teacup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

Reality, truth, and Jesus Christ are incredibly open-ended

I believe that the real difference in the American church is not between conservatives and liberals, fundamentalists and charismatics, nor between Republicans and Democrats. The real difference is between the aware and the unaware.

Quia amasti me, fecisti me amabilem. (In loving me, you made me lovable.)